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Then, The Other Thing That Affected My Interest In Choices Growing Up Was The Fact That I Was Going Blind And That Meant That There Were Lots Of Questions That Constantly Kept Arising About How Much Choices I Actually Could Have.

Well Certainly Not Having Any Choice - Having Your Entire Life Dictated By Others.

I Could Wear Makeup Today, And One Person Would Say It Looks Bland, Another Would Say It Looks Fake, And Another Might Tell Me I Look Really Natural. Everyone Is Convinced Their Opinion Is The Truth, And That's What I Struggle Against.

The Saying Goes That History Repeats Itself; Personal Histories Do The Same. We Can Gather The Lessons Of Others' Lives Through Observation, Conversation, And By Seeking Advice. We Can Use The Automatic System To Find Out Who The Happy People Are, And The Reflective System To Evaluate How They Got To Be That Way. Pursuing Happiness Need Not Be A Lonely Endeavor. In Fact, Throwing In Our Lot With Others May Be A Very Good Way Of Coping With The Disappointments Of Choice.

First-generation Children Were Strongly Influenced By Their Immigrant Parents' Approach To Choice. For Them, Choice Was Not Just A Way Of Defining And Asserting Their Individuality, But A Way To Create Community And Harmony By Deferring To The Choices Of People Whom They Trusted And Respected.